The Haven Stories: The Beginning by Kawaii Anime
Haven Carmelita Casinotos was born on the Spanish seaside in a small village of Alacant, Spain in 1668, just as the nation entered into a new time of peace. Her mother and father were delighted by her presence as she was the only child that they had been able to conceive in their many years of marriage. Her father was the mayor of the town and her birth was celebrated for many days, in a festival where he repealed taxes in celebration of his beautiful daughter's birth. It became a tradition for the town to have the taxes repealed each week of darling Haven's birthday and the town loved the child for this reason.
It wasn't just because of that they loved though. Haven was a delightful child, always inquisitive and curious about the nature of the world and how she could learn more from the townspeople. She was kind to the beggars of the streets and often set half of her meal out on the doorstep for the underprivileged to eat. It was said she truly knew the spirit of noblesse oblige from an early age. The town loved her and treated the family very well.
On her 16th birthday, she celebrated her graduation to womanhood and was engaged to a boy from a neighboring town's mayoral family. Haven had met him rarely in her life and did not wish to marry him. She pleaded to her father, whom she could usually bend the ear of but he refused her this wish. She cried and railed to her mother and the servants but there was nothing to be done. She was furious, so she went out to the seaside and wandered there until after dark. She didn't notice when the sun set and that she should be home because she was distracted by the plans in her mind.
Suddenly, a rich voice spoke to her from the darkness, "Pretty girl, shouldn't you be at home?" She looked around for the voice, it startled from her thoughts. Looking around wildly, she was surprised that it was so dark. Haven's eyes found a swarthy stranger leaning against one of the rocks that had landed on the beach. He was dressed in the same style a manor born would be, his sword cocked at his waist, angling against the stone. She gasped and excused herself hastily, dashing in the direction of the village by instinct. He followed her and quickly apologized for the rudeness in which he approached her, he took her hands in his and kissed the palms in apology. Haven closed her eyes, stopping and cursed herself that she didn't have a better sense of time; it was obvious what this stranger wanted. She would be disgraced if she came home any later than she already was.
His hands traced their way up her arms to her corset and pushed it roughly so her breasts plumped up and slightly over the restraints. He smiled brashly. Haven looked at him in horror, for surely he was a murderer or a rapist, or perhaps both. He was everything her mother and nurse had warned her about being out after dark. Her eyes flashed wildly, trying to find some escape from this man. His hands moved expertly over her breasts and up her neck, his thumb tracing the line from her shoulder, then disappeared into her blonde curls that were piled on her head and hung down neatly. He moved to her, whispered into her ear, "You are so beautiful."
Haven was transfixed with his exploration of her body. Her mother and nurse had lied; this was pleasurable--it was uncomfortable though. There was something she wanted to do but she didn't know exactly what it was. Her breathing was awkward and hitched. His fingers were rough from swordplay but still excited her, playing against her soft skin.
He moved closer still and bent to kiss her long neck, playfully licking the skin, tasting the light powder and rose water she used there. He slid his lips from her shoulder to her hairline and back again to the middle of her chest. Haven felt faint and braced her slippered feet for support. He smiled into her neck and said, "You like that, don't you?" Haven nodded weakly and he continued. His hands were now massaging her mid-section and holding her against him tightly. She felt his excitement against her thigh and was not ashamed or startled; it was part of what she wanted, she knew that.
He dropped to his knees and bent his head forward to her breasts, licking the tops as he pried her nipples from the tight corset. He managed one and took the budding flower in his mouth, sucking it tenderly. Haven just sighed and didn't move except to lean against him more. He pushed his free hand under her skirts and felt his way up the line of her young legs. When he reach past her underthings easily, he found her to be as excited as he was. He massaged her lips, finding his way to her hard little clit and playfully ran a finger into her vagina but was blocked off by a single membrane. He smiled around her nipple, she was a true virgin; this was going to be a great delight for him. He released her and straightened her skirts, pulled up her corset.